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Jean-Luc Godard and Louis Malle weigh-in...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="223" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fa84HOBlUXA?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://criterioncollection.tumblr.com/post/29621724788/jean-luc-godard-and-louis-malle-weigh-in-on-au"&gt;criterioncollection&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criterion.com/explore/12-jean-luc-godard"&gt;Jean-Luc Godard&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.criterion.com/explore/136-louis-malle"&gt;Louis Malle&lt;/a&gt; weigh-in on &lt;a href="http://www.criterion.com/current/posts/2418-s-s-poll-2012-au-hasard-balthazar"&gt;AU HASARD BALTHAZAR&lt;/a&gt; upon its first release.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29844914757</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29844914757</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 16:02:43 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>you say you miss my hair
by Bushra Rehman

(For bald girls everywhere)
Don’t you seethat now the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;you say you miss my hair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;by Bushra Rehman&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For bald girls everywhere)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don’t you see&lt;br/&gt;that now the entire night&lt;br/&gt;and the light&lt;br/&gt;are my hair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That the fences on delancey street&lt;br/&gt;the old columns&lt;br/&gt;the broken figures and statues&lt;br/&gt;that now these are my hair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(your soft hands on my head are my hair)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The broken english of a mother&lt;br/&gt;running across the street&lt;br/&gt;the newsstands&lt;br/&gt;the mailboxes&lt;br/&gt;the telephone lines&lt;br/&gt;they’re all getting&lt;br/&gt;caught up in my hair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And all of brooklyn bridge behind me&lt;br/&gt;the twin towers, the hot pink top&lt;br/&gt;of the empire state building, the water&lt;br/&gt;turning from blue to black, the tiny&lt;br/&gt;green point of the statue of liberty&lt;br/&gt;have all become my hair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All the streets&lt;br/&gt;and what I feel for you&lt;br/&gt;are my hair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;See, if you touch me again&lt;br/&gt;you’ll feel the whole world&lt;br/&gt;run through your fingers&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29497377078</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29497377078</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2012 15:46:00 -0400</pubDate><category>bushra rehman</category></item><item><title>San Francisco. Spring 2010.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8pitraf1F1r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;San Francisco. Spring 2010.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29350042389</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29350042389</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:46:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>San Francisco. Spring 2010.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8pirkaQRG1r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;San Francisco. Spring 2010.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29349966453</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29349966453</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:45:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>San Francisco. Spring 2010.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8piq1piA21r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;San Francisco. Spring 2010.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29349910786</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29349910786</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:44:24 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Conrad Meadows. Summer 2011.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8pinrpfbr1r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conrad Meadows. Summer 2011.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29349828729</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29349828729</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:43:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Chinook Pass. Summer 2011.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8pin00gtX1r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinook Pass. Summer 2011.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29349801395</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/29349801395</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:42:36 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m83pyfuBuf1r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/28518707216</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/28518707216</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2012 20:13:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>There&amp;#8217;s a really lovely lingering feel to the scent of cilantro and oranges. A moment of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s a really lovely lingering feel to the scent of cilantro and oranges. A moment of romance when you peel an orange segment into pieces and parts, and the juices run down your fingers, through your palms, and onto a naked table below. You bring the fruit to your mouth, the scent of cilantro on your fingers from a meal having been prepared just minutes before, and you indulge yourself into the sticky sweetness of a perfectly ripe orange. That is when, amongst the chaos of a city, you can feel connected to Earth and the blessings of life and food it has given us so we may be able to create, indulge, and enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/28518438265</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/28518438265</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2012 20:09:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Nederlands Dans Theater. Jiri Kylian. Petit Mort. 1991.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0bGbRV6nA20?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nederlands Dans Theater. Jiri Kylian. Petit Mort. 1991.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/26947360326</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/26947360326</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 22:02:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Nederlands Dans Theater. Jiri Kylian. Black and White Ballets....</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yrfGEufD7Rs?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nederlands Dans Theater. Jiri Kylian. Black and White Ballets. Fallen Angels. 1989.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/26946860250</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/26946860250</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 21:55:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Martha Graham. Acts of Light: (III) Ritual To The Sun. 1981.</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6yBueE01LRQ?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Martha Graham. Acts of Light: (III) Ritual To The Sun. 1981.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/26937400604</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/26937400604</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 19:34:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>“You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6jxxrv0kE1r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that single fleeting moment when you feel alive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is not for unsteady souls.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;— Merce Cunningham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/26370795920</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/26370795920</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2012 17:20:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Lou Reed. Perfect Day. Transformer.</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_24734120731" src="http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/24734120731/audio_player_iframe/malinhamblin/tumblr_m5c9illQhQ1r6j2tq?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fmalinhamblin%2F24734120731%2Ftumblr_m5c9illQhQ1r6j2tq" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lou Reed. Perfect Day. Transformer.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/24734120731</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/24734120731</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2012 03:15:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>zoe|juniper. a crack in everything. 
Had the amazing fortune to...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/39296814" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;zoe|juniper. a crack in everything. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Had the amazing fortune to see this twice at OTB. Forever inspired by it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/24298402370</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/24298402370</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 21:15:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Bleeding hearts. 2012.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m50m93EWdX1r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bleeding hearts. 2012.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/24295237122</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/24295237122</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 20:19:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4a3moHYjE1r147zro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/23906095632</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/23906095632</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 22:53:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>was supposed to have this in the mail with a heartfelt letter...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2epfjxYOR1r6j2tqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;was supposed to have this in the mail with a heartfelt letter attached to it ages ago. whoops. (squiddles, 2012).&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/21014746751</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/21014746751</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 03:14:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i must get better at figuring out where the fuck all the shit i find in the bowels of the internet...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i must get better at figuring out where the fuck all the shit i find in the bowels of the internet are coming from. until further notice, when in doubt: imgur.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/20615487880</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/20615487880</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 18:48:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"You carry your wound. With the ego, your whole being is a wound. And you carry it around. Nobody is..."</title><description>“You carry your wound. With the ego, your whole being is a wound. And you carry it around. Nobody is interested in hurting you, nobody is positively waiting to hurt you; everybody is engaged in safeguarding his own wound. Who has got the energy? But still it happens, because you are so ready to be wounded, so ready, just waiting on the brink for anything. You cannot touch a man of Tao. Why? - because there is no one to be touched. There is no wound. He is healthy, healed, whole. This word whole is beautiful. The word heal comes from the whole, and the word holy also comes from the whole. He is whole, healed, holy. Be aware of your wound. Dont help it to grow, let it be healed; and it will be healed only when you move to the roots. The less the head, the more the wound will heal; with no head there is no wound. Live a headless life. Move as a total being, and accept things. Just for twenty-four hours, try it - total acceptance, whatsoever happens. Someone insults you, accept it; dont react, and see what happens. Suddenly you will feel an energy flowing in you that you have not felt before.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Osho   (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://moreofamore.tumblr.com/"&gt;moreofamore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/20199901470</link><guid>http://malinhamblin.tumblr.com/post/20199901470</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 21:20:31 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
